[ maybe you're just minding your business going about your morning routine; brushing your teeth, washing your face, using the toilet, or, god forbid, taking a shower. whether you're in the private suite bathrooms or the common/shared ones, it's all the same—there are the universal sounds of someone waking up in an unfamiliar location: the rustling of the shower curtains, a bewildered and emphatic what the fuck? as the uninvited guest attempts to get his bearings.

except he doesn't, and the less universal sounds of a foot slipping on slick tile take over, of toiletries tumbling to the ground as a hand attempts to reach out to grasp onto something, anything, to no avail; before finally, the thud of a body hitting the shower floor. if you were actually in the shower with him... condolences, because it's likely that you may have been the thing he'd attempted to grab on his way down. regardless, giving in to curiosity and pulling the curtain back (or just simply turning around) will reveal one (1) nicholas d. wolfwood completely naked and sprawled over the tiles surrounded by various toiletries, eyes closed and looking like he'd took more than just one embarrassing tumble in a shower stall. he'll get up, just give him a minute. ]

[ no man's land was a shitty desert planet with nothing but sand and worms. the last time he'd seen flowers of any kind was on ship three, but it feels like a lifetime since, given everything that's happened after. he wasn't able to take his time to enjoy the sights then, but he does now, hands in his pockets as he strolls leisurely through the maze, occasionally stopping to admire a flower or two. the risk of getting lost doesn't exactly bother him—he has no where to go and no where to be, now; the lack of purpose is both freeing and unsettling, but there's no point in dwelling on it.

later on, after encountering one of those chests, he manages to find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter amidst other things. with complete disregard to the flowers he was just admiring a moment ago, he lights one up and takes a long, long drag, blowing smoke in a thick plume above him with a sigh of relief. it's not the same as the cigarettes back home, but— ]

Not bad.

[ wolfwood is no stranger to baby birds, but baby rabbits are a different beast entirely. still, the chaos in the gardens is hard to ignore and it isn't as if he has any better to do anyway. so.

there's a trail of bunnies following wolfwood as he breaks off bite-sized pieces of vegetables to lure them away from the vegetable patch and to the wooden pen, feeding them out of his hand as he scratches behind their ears. once he's gathered a group of them and they are a significant distance away from the vegetable patch, he glances around before calling out to whoever is close by. ]

Grab that blanket for me, would you? [ he nods to the blanket draped over the wooden pen. ] Gonna wrap these brats up.

[ feel free to hit me with something else if none of the above spark joy! for reference, wolfwood is taken mid-episode 12. i'm cool with most things aside from non-con, but shoot me a pm if you need to hash anything out! ]